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Genosha: Savrola: The Big Guns
Lorna leads a team in through the physical plant.
Sending out light infantry had proved shockingly useless against people who control metal, fire, see the future, and move as fast as a rifle bullet. They had punched through the first line of Magistrates, and then destroyed the security station to give them access to the inner part of the Citadel.
"We are almost through." Lorna said to the rest of her team as another Magistrates feel after being knocked out by Lorna's metal hand as she appeared above him. They were almost to the physical plant where their mission was to destroy. "Keep pushing."
A moving magnetic field can induce an electric current, and vice versa. It was one of the first things Erik Lensherr had taught Jean-Phillipe Colbert. The man had likely forgotten more about electromagnetic theory than some PhD candidates, and he had imparted a hefty amount of knowledge to the French dockworker he'd taken in.
Le bevatron moved close on Polaris' heels, like a comet obeying the pull of the star that gave Lorna her code name. He could practically feel the movement of her armor, and the ionization it left behind in the air. And so, when he flicked his arm out toward an oncoming jeep with a crew-served machine gun mounted on it, secondary bolts reached in toward the one coming from his outstretched hand, a synergistic effect that caused the vehicle's engine to explode as arcs spilled over the hood.
“Pick up the speed,” North called out from where he was bringing up the rear, Sig Sauers in both hands and a rifle strapped to his back. He took out drivers of vehicles, but was more concerned with swinging around to pick off Magistrates who were scrambling after them in a panicked frenzy. “Turn right into the next street and we’ll see the damned building. There’ll be about three artillery vehicles on the street to take care of, and two more at the gate with another line of Idioten to throw us a welcome party.”
"Artillery vehicles? I can handle that." Lorna said as she made the right turn. Gathering the magnetic power from within and with Jean-Phillipe near her it gave her that extra push - sending the pulse down the street towards the artillery vehicles. The vehicles were powered down and rendered useless.
An ionized bolt of electrical energy came roaring in on the heels of the electromagnetic pulse, arcing from the metal to the line of Magistrates, the energy spreading out enough to stun individually, and leave the line less prepared to meet their headlong charge.
Angel made a split-minute decision to switch tactics while the Magistrates were still stunned. A moment of concentration as she called to life the microwave energy, holding it back just enough to prevent it from combusting. She didn't want fire. Not at the moment, at least. She willed the energy outward, targeting as many Magistrates as she could (and knowing that, unfortunately, she wouldn't be able to get them all), and the next second their metal guns were overheating, making them impossible to hold onto.
Perhaps the only one with no qualms about killing, North’s attacks were direct and deadly as he gunned down every stray Magistrate he could target. A please smile tugged at the corners of his lips when he took aim at an overturned vehicle three yards back and successfully blew it up, masking the smell of burned flesh that resulted from Lorna and Angels’ joined handiwork. “Knocked out Magistrates can wake up or be revived,” he commented evenly, not fond of telling people what to do. Especially when it loosely translated to: ‘leave your morals at the door’. “They’re like a swarm of ants. And there will be more crawling in in less than a minute.”
Jean-Phillipe had no compunctions about killing. Not for the 'people' who had decided that mutants were an underclass. Who had decided that they deserved to be turned into soulless automatons. The only reason his initial blast hadn't been lethal was due to the fact that he was trying to hit every single one of the Magistrates between them and the objective.
But he didn't snap back at North, because the advice wasn't just for him, and besides, they needed to be a unified team, not a bunch of squabbling individuals. Instead, he reminded the team of their objective. "Through the gate! Go!" The gate had not yet been constructed that could stand up to a trio of energy powers, and the group was through, leaving nothing but twisted wreckage and bodies behind them.
It is a fundamental truth of battle (and many games that mimic battle) that when you get through and behind a defensive line, there is a chance to cause a lot of chaos before the defender can even react. And this was the case for the quartet of mutants - once through the gate, there was nothing to keep them from the power plant, and valuable minutes of causing chaos before a squad could be dispatched to confront them.
Angel had taken to the air in the interest of keeping track of the chaos and possibly giving a head's up to anything her companions on the ground couldn't see. She didn't let herself be bothered by North's words - she wasn't an idiot, of course. She knew killing was unavoidable. And with the explosions she'd been causing, she knew the odds she'd killed people were fairly high. But she wasn't going to watch people burn alive, either. So she aimed her attacks at the ground in front of the Magistrates, and when the concrete exploded and the Magistrates went flying, maybe they died and maybe they didn't. But one thing was for sure - they weren't going to be a threat any time soon.
Being a flying target paid off, at least - Angel was the first one to see the response squad coming in. "Incoming!" She called down to the rest of the team. "Got a group coming at us and call me crazy but I don't think they're too happy." And speaking of her being crazy...one of the faces in that squad looked vaguely familiar. But that couldn't be right...
Lorna continued to move forward, she would worry about her morals later. Lifting up the remains of the vehicles she tossed her arm towards where Angel had called out about more coming. It rushed over her head in a blazing chunck of metals as it crashed down and caused more destruction. Yup, morals would have to be checked later.
Not happy was a mild term for what the Magistrates seemed to be feeling. And this group hadn't been taken unawares from a distance. They knew where the mutants were, and this time it was Jean-Phillipe, Lorna, Angelica, and North in a fixed position, and the relief squad on the offensive. They made their way cautiously forward, each man laying down suppressive fire to support each other as they came.
Of course, they were still attempting to use small arms against a woman who controlled metal, another who could melt the bullets before they reached her, a precognitive, and a very pissed-off electrogenetic. Jean-Phillipe hurled imprecations in French and electric blasts in equal measure, taking cover between as bullets whistled overhead. "Salope culs salaud manges la mierde et va ta faire foutre-" he yelled over the sound of gunfire. "Come and get some, you limp-dick fucks!"
In most other situations, North would probably have laughed and joined in with Jean-Phillipe’s taunting. As it were, the German man merely absentmindedly picked off men scrambling from overturned vehicles that were about to catch fire, allowing the Frenchman to deal with the incoming team of Magistrates and deftly reloading his handguns with a practiced ease that bespoke years of handling firearms. The current vision he was watching was proving to be a little too worrying.
“Polaris!” He barked at Lorna, tone urgent as he swung to the front to keep pace with her. “They have a mutate with them. Girl from your school, brown-haired technopath…” he scrabbled for a name, holstering his guns and reaching for the rifle. “Dating Miller. Something Dale or Hale or…” Whatever, really. “It's ramped up her powers. She’s not in her right senses. And she’ll be on us in just over a minute.”
Sending out light infantry had proved shockingly useless against people who control metal, fire, see the future, and move as fast as a rifle bullet. They had punched through the first line of Magistrates, and then destroyed the security station to give them access to the inner part of the Citadel.
"We are almost through." Lorna said to the rest of her team as another Magistrates feel after being knocked out by Lorna's metal hand as she appeared above him. They were almost to the physical plant where their mission was to destroy. "Keep pushing."
A moving magnetic field can induce an electric current, and vice versa. It was one of the first things Erik Lensherr had taught Jean-Phillipe Colbert. The man had likely forgotten more about electromagnetic theory than some PhD candidates, and he had imparted a hefty amount of knowledge to the French dockworker he'd taken in.
Le bevatron moved close on Polaris' heels, like a comet obeying the pull of the star that gave Lorna her code name. He could practically feel the movement of her armor, and the ionization it left behind in the air. And so, when he flicked his arm out toward an oncoming jeep with a crew-served machine gun mounted on it, secondary bolts reached in toward the one coming from his outstretched hand, a synergistic effect that caused the vehicle's engine to explode as arcs spilled over the hood.
“Pick up the speed,” North called out from where he was bringing up the rear, Sig Sauers in both hands and a rifle strapped to his back. He took out drivers of vehicles, but was more concerned with swinging around to pick off Magistrates who were scrambling after them in a panicked frenzy. “Turn right into the next street and we’ll see the damned building. There’ll be about three artillery vehicles on the street to take care of, and two more at the gate with another line of Idioten to throw us a welcome party.”
"Artillery vehicles? I can handle that." Lorna said as she made the right turn. Gathering the magnetic power from within and with Jean-Phillipe near her it gave her that extra push - sending the pulse down the street towards the artillery vehicles. The vehicles were powered down and rendered useless.
An ionized bolt of electrical energy came roaring in on the heels of the electromagnetic pulse, arcing from the metal to the line of Magistrates, the energy spreading out enough to stun individually, and leave the line less prepared to meet their headlong charge.
Angel made a split-minute decision to switch tactics while the Magistrates were still stunned. A moment of concentration as she called to life the microwave energy, holding it back just enough to prevent it from combusting. She didn't want fire. Not at the moment, at least. She willed the energy outward, targeting as many Magistrates as she could (and knowing that, unfortunately, she wouldn't be able to get them all), and the next second their metal guns were overheating, making them impossible to hold onto.
Perhaps the only one with no qualms about killing, North’s attacks were direct and deadly as he gunned down every stray Magistrate he could target. A please smile tugged at the corners of his lips when he took aim at an overturned vehicle three yards back and successfully blew it up, masking the smell of burned flesh that resulted from Lorna and Angels’ joined handiwork. “Knocked out Magistrates can wake up or be revived,” he commented evenly, not fond of telling people what to do. Especially when it loosely translated to: ‘leave your morals at the door’. “They’re like a swarm of ants. And there will be more crawling in in less than a minute.”
Jean-Phillipe had no compunctions about killing. Not for the 'people' who had decided that mutants were an underclass. Who had decided that they deserved to be turned into soulless automatons. The only reason his initial blast hadn't been lethal was due to the fact that he was trying to hit every single one of the Magistrates between them and the objective.
But he didn't snap back at North, because the advice wasn't just for him, and besides, they needed to be a unified team, not a bunch of squabbling individuals. Instead, he reminded the team of their objective. "Through the gate! Go!" The gate had not yet been constructed that could stand up to a trio of energy powers, and the group was through, leaving nothing but twisted wreckage and bodies behind them.
It is a fundamental truth of battle (and many games that mimic battle) that when you get through and behind a defensive line, there is a chance to cause a lot of chaos before the defender can even react. And this was the case for the quartet of mutants - once through the gate, there was nothing to keep them from the power plant, and valuable minutes of causing chaos before a squad could be dispatched to confront them.
Angel had taken to the air in the interest of keeping track of the chaos and possibly giving a head's up to anything her companions on the ground couldn't see. She didn't let herself be bothered by North's words - she wasn't an idiot, of course. She knew killing was unavoidable. And with the explosions she'd been causing, she knew the odds she'd killed people were fairly high. But she wasn't going to watch people burn alive, either. So she aimed her attacks at the ground in front of the Magistrates, and when the concrete exploded and the Magistrates went flying, maybe they died and maybe they didn't. But one thing was for sure - they weren't going to be a threat any time soon.
Being a flying target paid off, at least - Angel was the first one to see the response squad coming in. "Incoming!" She called down to the rest of the team. "Got a group coming at us and call me crazy but I don't think they're too happy." And speaking of her being crazy...one of the faces in that squad looked vaguely familiar. But that couldn't be right...
Lorna continued to move forward, she would worry about her morals later. Lifting up the remains of the vehicles she tossed her arm towards where Angel had called out about more coming. It rushed over her head in a blazing chunck of metals as it crashed down and caused more destruction. Yup, morals would have to be checked later.
Not happy was a mild term for what the Magistrates seemed to be feeling. And this group hadn't been taken unawares from a distance. They knew where the mutants were, and this time it was Jean-Phillipe, Lorna, Angelica, and North in a fixed position, and the relief squad on the offensive. They made their way cautiously forward, each man laying down suppressive fire to support each other as they came.
Of course, they were still attempting to use small arms against a woman who controlled metal, another who could melt the bullets before they reached her, a precognitive, and a very pissed-off electrogenetic. Jean-Phillipe hurled imprecations in French and electric blasts in equal measure, taking cover between as bullets whistled overhead. "Salope culs salaud manges la mierde et va ta faire foutre-" he yelled over the sound of gunfire. "Come and get some, you limp-dick fucks!"
In most other situations, North would probably have laughed and joined in with Jean-Phillipe’s taunting. As it were, the German man merely absentmindedly picked off men scrambling from overturned vehicles that were about to catch fire, allowing the Frenchman to deal with the incoming team of Magistrates and deftly reloading his handguns with a practiced ease that bespoke years of handling firearms. The current vision he was watching was proving to be a little too worrying.
“Polaris!” He barked at Lorna, tone urgent as he swung to the front to keep pace with her. “They have a mutate with them. Girl from your school, brown-haired technopath…” he scrabbled for a name, holstering his guns and reaching for the rifle. “Dating Miller. Something Dale or Hale or…” Whatever, really. “It's ramped up her powers. She’s not in her right senses. And she’ll be on us in just over a minute.”